KATY'S POV
I can’t for the life of me figure out why I’m making such a terrible decision by meeting Zhao Lan. When I read his text about having something urgent to tell me, my first instinct was to tell him to f**k off which, let’s be real, would’ve been the logical response. But he never texts first, because pride is apparently a full-time job for him.
So here I am, telling myself this must actually be as urgent as he claims. Not like I had much choice anyway because I’m already walking into the dining hall, which, of course, is exactly where he wanted to meet.
I pause at the doorway, scanning the room. People are scattered at tables, some laughing, some hunched over their phones. My eyes finally lock on him, and his fingers are already motioning me over like he’s some kind of king wai
